Novel & Cerita Berserk Curse Mark Tattoo

A deep grunt echoed, and my pulse quickened instantly. He was in there. Working. Sweaty. Alone. My breath hitched. I reached the bottom of the stairs and followed the sound, the towel still loosely tied around me. When I reached the doorway, I paused and watched. Mark was hunched over the workbench, shirtless. The muscles in his back flexed and moved as he worked, the sheen of sweat making his skin glisten like polished bronze. A tattoo curled around his left shoulder, something jagged and tribal and I stared at the way it moved when he breathed.

“If Jason kicks off the compromise, I want him have a medium treatment from you!” Again, Mark nodded. His two hands were clenched in front of him, deep old scar was on his cleavage bone, sneaking out from his collars. The tattoo of head of dragon on his chest sneaked out as Mark left three upper buttons of his upper shirt open. Before Mark leaving Dante’s room, Dante stopped him again. Mark put a hold on door’s handle and looked at Dante who rose from his seat to get a warm coffee from the coffee pot. “Please, keeping your eyes to Curtis Falcon too!” He sipped his warm coffee and looked at Mark behind the coffee cup rim.

“Not really.” “Did you know anything about him? Family name? Pack?” “I don’t know what his family’s name was.” I paused as I recalled what that boy… what Jeremy looked like. There were distinctive black marks on his throat. Thin lines pointing down like a row of arrows. Humans would have called them tattoos, but it was more of a birthmark. Only one pack had a motif like that on their necks. “The Banshee’s Guard. That was the pack he was from.”

He asked, surprising me. Nodding I watched him scoot toward the wall and open his arms invitingly. “You can lay your head down on my chest,” he offered me. Snuggling up against him I sighed in contentment. “Tell me about your cool tattoo,” I murmured and he chuckled. Playing with my hair, Eros told me that his back tattoo was put there by the devil so he could take the life energy from him that he took from others, and I looked up at him. “Why not have it removed then and really piss him off,” I snickered.

Not shifting. Permanent. A mural. My blood ran cold. It showed a wolf with two markings: A circle over the heart—Lucas’s curse. A smaller circle over the womb. Me. Jake inhaled sharply. “What the hell is that?” Drake stepped forward slowly. “This was carved a long time ago.” Lucas brushed the mural with his thumb. “This is ancient. Older than any record we have.” I stared at the second circle. “Lucas… that’s the pregnancy mark.”

She reached out to my wrist, touching the scarlet ink under my skin, "Cerise. K. Is that your mate's name?" Her touch caused a tingle that rushed across my arm, and Cerberus growled in excitement. I was just enjoying the tingled at her touch when she retracted her hand fast and flinched back a little, putting distance between us. "A second one?" I frowned in the frustration of missing her touch. I was confused, I only had this one tattoo. "I mean, not another." Willa blushed, "I meant your mate's mark..." "I'm sorry, yes." I covered my tattoo with my hand, "It's...my past..."

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

I bit down as gently as possible, piercing her skin and then pulled back, licking the wound closed gently as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Instinct took over, and she lunged at me, sinking her own teeth into my neck and then rearing back to lick the blood away and seal the wound. I looked at her mark, a tattoo of two wolves staring at each other with a full moon behind them. I knew mine would be the same. "You marked me," Marissa said in disbelief, touching her neck softly and tracing the tattoo with her finger.

When I turned to face him, he was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Tattooed muscle flexed with every movement—his chest sculpted like carved stone, each line etched by the gods. Dark ink curled over both arms—wolves, symbols, ancient script I didn’t recognize. But it was the crystal-shaped marking on the left side of his chest that stole my breath. It pulsed with light. Faintly glowing. “What is that?” I whispered. He stepped forward, voice husky. “My curse. My mark. My fate.”

With his other hand he opened the covers and saw that they were both naked. He felt defeated just seeing them like that, he closed the covers then went and moved the hair on Mercy’s neck. There is was, his mark on her delicate neck, it was a pitch-Black Moon, it looked so beautiful on her pale skin and it looked like it was tattooed there. “Fuck!” he cursed under his breath upon seeing it and the mixed scents confirming it. Carl kept his word and marked her without his consent. He got out of bed in all his naked glory going to the bathroom to clean up.